(I am at my local doctor’s office with flu symptoms. I’ve come in at short notice to get a medical certificate for work; because of this, my regular doctor couldn’t see me. I’ve just described my symptoms to an available doctor.)
Me: “…and I’m really nauseous. I thought it was food poisoning, but it didn’t feel better after I threw up.”
Doctor: “You’re pregnant.”
(It’s important to note at this point that I am a lesbian… and on the pill.)
Me: “I really don’t think so.”
Doctor: “A girl your age, it is a blessing to be with child. You should be happy!”
(He seemed deeply offended that I found this news impossible as opposed to joyful.)
Me: “Look, [Doctor], I really can’t possibly be pregnant. I really think I have the flu. Could I please have a medical certificate?”
(In Australia, you can get fired for calling in sick without a medical certificate.)
Doctor: “No. You are pregnant. That is my final diagnosis. I can give you a medical certificate with that if you like.”
(Not at all wanting to give my boss a certificate declaring me pregnant, I left the doctor’s room and returned to the front desk where I explained my predicament to the front desk. The receptionist looked alarmed and paged my regular doctor. I ended up seeing him briefly in between appointments. When I returned a month later on a different matter I was told that that doctor had been fired for being rude and misdiagnosing customers.)